#didyousayprince

[rexmalo]

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‘♥’ and didyousayprince Hehehehe.

‘♥’ and a name, and I’ll kiss them.

((of course you would do this one you little bugger >.> ))

Lottie, No she was a friend of Clopins and that was merely all it was but in that very moment, the moonlight casting shadows over the two of them as they stood by the lake behind her house he felt something inside of him changing, something that told him to make his move. His hands began to tremble as his eyes met hers, locking slightly but only for a moment before he broke the trance that he held onto her Blue hues.

"I-I had a most wonderful time mon cher" His words breaking the silence between the two. He had always thought fondly of Charlotte Leboeuf, though not as anything more than a friend. Though tonight with weak knees and trembling palms something told him-

 Kiss her. 

Clopin’s words still hanging thick in the air, neither one making any sort of movement. Until Clopin had worked up the courage to lean in close, lightly placing one hand on her hip and the other grabbing her cheek he slowly drew her face towards his. His lips pursed ready for their lips to meet in between. His hands still shaking with every passing second as he drew closer to her lips, every second slowing down around him. 

And as their lips met everything stopped, his eyes shut and nothing around him mattered. Though it was only seconds it felt like an eternity to him.

He drew back from Lottie, his lips flushed bright red hues as the blood raced to them. His eyes diverted from hers as he cautiously looked away. What would she say? what was she thinking? All he could hope for was the she had felt the very same way- 

"I-I’m sorry Mon Ami, I- I Just" 

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Tonight Arista seductively ate a strawberry from Lottie's bellybutton. I think DARP wins for best truth or dare game night. Sexual sunday is tomorrow and we all know what that means- 

[bxnnibel]

asktheaquaprincess didyousayprince

     "Can't tell if that's gum, but if it is, I'd put it back where you found it."

[turnip-prince-justin]

"What happened to you?"

He looked down at himself, seeing that he was still slightly wet. "Some kids were playing with water, I got in the way." He chuckled.

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Story Teller.

A bright and glorious day to be in France, as per usual. The jester made his way from the court and down the gorgeous cobblestone streets. His love for the city burning brighter than any star. Clopin was in love with the streets, the sounds, the smells all of it of course but what brought him the most joy was doing his job- Telling stories to the passer-bys that traveled near and far. Some of which had come just to hear a famous tale by the Clopin Trouillefou. 

As he neared his post, which had already been set up for him by the other members of his troupe that morning, he prepared himself for the show. breathing deeply and holding it within his chest, he stepped inside the small wooden trailer and let his breath out slowly. closing his eyes he parted the curtains and stood at full attention behind the open doorway and gave the crowd a smile. 

"Good afternoon!" he called out to the crowd before him, a smile burning bright on his face. His passion that drove him to do this everyday could show in every single performance. "It Is I Clopin Trouillefou, greatest story teller in all of Paris, here to tell you tales that will take you on a journey beyond your wildest imaginations!"

A hand puppet that was disguised his hand popped up from under along side of him inside of the inside of the caravan. Clopin tightened his vocal chords as he raised the pitch his in order to feign a voice for his friend. "oh-oh let me pick the story. Let me pick it!" the puppet called out. 

"Quiet you" Clopin retorted as he raised another hand, this one armed with a club, he landed a blow to the puppets head-  to which it fell to the floor. He let the puppet slide off of his hand as he hopped over the window sill and sat along its edge. He looked around the audience, eyeing each one closely. "Now, Who would like to pick the story that Clopin tells today? All I need is one word- one word will decide the story." 

His eyes landed on a girl dressed in all pink. Of course she wasn't part of the crowd- in fact it appeared that she was just passing through but something about her called to him and told him pick that one right there. He hopped down off the sill and walked towards the woman dressed in pink 

"You- right there mademoiselle- give Clopin a word so he can tell a story!" he called out as he playfully stepped in her way. "Any word will do and I will tell a story greater than your wildest imaginations!" 

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riffratstreetrat and didyousayprince ventured to Greece

"Good evening, petty tourists. The name's Megara, but you should call me Meg if you know what's good for you. I suggest heading either left, right, or in any direction at least one hundred kilometers away from me."